pinned to the page

existence for existence’s sake
some kind of renegade
attic life / development of
a kind of studiousness
small scraps of dead skin
on your cuticles
hair falling into an
already limited field
of vision
living in a past for
the present’s too fresh
the future devoid of
a sense of an ending
writing on your hand / how
the ink enters the bloodstream
like a literary vaccine
slowly seeping in
live and willing to serve

recently written

the low-down

I'm Briar – Briar Lawry, if you were wondering which particular one. Raw Library is an anagram of my name and a place for my writing – about anything, in theory, but mostly about books, the music industry and chronic illness. And sometimes coffee.